Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends

[Commissar Brett]

Coruscant, Galactic City, Senate Tower, 2112 Hours Local Time

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The night was still young, but the Grand Hall of Senate Tower was already bustling with activity. Champagne and wine flowed for dignitaries, ambassadors, representatives within the Coruscanti Parliament, celebrities, and even gangsters. Whether the worst at being the best, or the best at being the worst, many from all walks of life were in attendance of the Inaugural Gala, thrown by the newly elected Silas Amory. No expense was spared in ushering in the new era of Coruscanti representation in the Galactic Senate. Music played in the background as the band did their job to create an ambiance for the rest of the attendants to enjoy their night.

Some faces walked in the door and Silas acted excited to see them, remembering their names at the last second as they came to kiss his cheek. He leaned forward and returned the gesture of 'la bise', kissing each cheek alternately 1 or 2 times. In all honesty, Silas had his eyes out for a specific group of people he'd invited to the gala, in the hopes that he could discuss business with them in one of the Tower's "Dark Rooms"; rooms that were completely shielded against any electromagnetic wavelengths and signals, meaning remote surveillance was entirely impossible. Even recording devices were almost totally jammed by the interference producing bafflers.

Silas continued to keep his eyes open. He knew one of his guests to meet was @Aren Krass, and the other (@Shoggoth) was dressed for the occasion, and he would recognize her face.

[[Open to any Senate Members, and Indies, I guess any Jedi (but why?), and yeah anyone else]]

 

[Vosrik]

Davian Price had an exceptionally good feeling about tonight. Dressed, as usual, in his dazzling burgundy suit with its black highlights, the CEO of the now sizeable PriceCorp exuded confidence and charm as he approached the hall. Although discussions with other Senators would be welcome, there was one in particular he wanted to see tonight. Coruscant's newly elected Silas Amory was hosting this elaborate gala in celebration of his success. Davian had actually rescheduled a meeting elsewhere to make this event; he wouldn't miss this opportunity of a lifetime. First impressions were, as always, everything in business.

The lights were an appropriate moody hue to match the music. Straightening his jacket once more and giving his appearance a final approval, Davian stepped into the spacious room. He was immensely pleased to see the room well-filled; being a brilliantly smooth talker and a proverbial social butterfly were Davian's greatest strengths, especially on nights like tonight. Without further ado, he began scanning the room for the esteemed host of the night.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

It is always said in the crime holo-dramas that plague the Galactic Media Networks, that 'Crime Never Sleeps', but right now, Nor'baal really wished that it would. He nodded his thanks as the Rodian handed him a small pouch containing the last weeks 'Cut' of the aliens operations here in the Senate Rotunda, and quickly stowed it in the head compartment of a small utility droid that accompanied him. Kraa'la, the Rodian, was what some would call a Slythmonger - a dealer in exotic and restricted pharmaceuticals - as well as a pimp - a dealer in items much more carnal in nature - but he was a special member of both criminal industries, for his patch was the Senate itself.

Kraa'la was the sort of lowlife that many people would usually think would not be found at the Senate, the pinnacle of democracy and respect in the Galaxy, but non-the-less, the Senate, its guards, cleaners and political staff had their needs as well, and due to the nature of their position, they paid a premium price for Kraa'las discretion. Nor'baal, in turn, demanded a cut - as was customary for the local Hutts - which was in turn fed back into the collective funds of the Hutt Embassy and its numerous gastronomical inhabitants.

With the fiscal reimbursement now secure in its automated safe, the Hutt said nothing as the Rodian notified him of a Senate Guard, who had recently been caught in a 'compromising situation' involving several 'night assistants' and some Spice. Nor'baal instructed the Rodian to keep the information to himself, in case they had need of it at a future date. With their business now concluded, the Hutt left the corridor, Droid in tow, gesturing for his entourage - a bounty hunter and some form of droid - to follow him to their next engagement.

He was - as usual - dressed for the occasion, a simple cape, hat, chain and two bracers (concealing 2 hold-out blasters), as he made his way to the Coruscanti Senators Reception.

Entering the room some small time later, the Hutt approached the Senator - offering a greeting and a slight bow in his native Huttese <Many greetings upon you Senator. It is an honour to be here, and I have, if you will allow it, bought a customary gift for you.>

 

[Prudence]

Five Hundred Republica
Galactic City Coruscant
If you are among the upper echelon of the Coruscanti, you will find yourself with an address in 500 Republica. The Building adorns the planetary skyline with its tall round and curving architecture, the definition of luxury and power. Reserved for those with only the deepest of pockets, and power to secure a penthouse in the tall building. Often affectionately referred to as "Senate Tower", many of those in the Galactic Senate find themselves with an address in 'Republica. Aren Krass was no exception.
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Aren strode majestically across the permeate landing pad turned walkway that lead to the ballroom in 500 Republica that had been rented for the night's events. To each side of him, walking behind, he had his CorSec guards, armed to the teeth, and dressed for the occasion in their long flowing blue robes. Aren himself wore a brilliant blue suit, with a long flowing coat, the tips of which nipped at the tops of his shoes. As he reached the threshold of the door he popped the coat off swiftly and handed it off to one of his aides that tagged behind him, before motioning for the Guards to stay outside.

A young girl in a server outfit, her blue head tails wagging behind her, offered him a drink and he accepted, sipping at it. He allowed his eyes to wander the room and take in all of the guests in attendance. His eyes quickly found Amory, and he began making his way towards the man.

"Amory, I see you've learned how to throw a civil event, though not quite a Coronet Gala." he sipped at his drink "It is quite nice, however."

 

[Silas Amory]

It is always said in the crime holo-dramas that plague the Galactic Media Networks, that 'Crime Never Sleeps', but right now, Nor'baal really wished that it would. He nodded his thanks as the Rodian handed him a small pouch containing the last weeks 'Cut' of the aliens operations here in the Senate Rotunda, and quickly stowed it in the head compartment of a small utility droid that accompanied him. Kraa'la, the Rodian, was what some would call a Slythmonger - a dealer in exotic and restricted pharmaceuticals - as well as a pimp - a dealer in items much more carnal in nature - but he was a special member of both criminal industries, for his patch was the Senate itself.

Kraa'la was the sort of lowlife that many people would usually think would not be found at the Senate, the pinnacle of democracy and respect in the Galaxy, but non-the-less, the Senate, its guards, cleaners and political staff had their needs as well, and due to the nature of their position, they paid a premium price for Kraa'las discretion. Nor'baal, in turn, demanded a cut - as was customary for the local Hutts - which was in turn fed back into the collective funds of the Hutt Embassy and its numerous gastronomical inhabitants.

With the fiscal reimbursement now secure in its automated safe, the Hutt said nothing as the Rodian notified him of a Senate Guard, who had recently been caught in a 'compromising situation' involving several 'night assistants' and some Spice. Nor'baal instructed the Rodian to keep the information to himself, in case they had need of it at a future date. With their business now concluded, the Hutt left the corridor, Droid in tow, gesturing for his entourage - a bounty hunter and some form of droid - to follow him to their next engagement.

He was - as usual - dressed for the occasion, a simple cape, hat, chain and two bracers (concealing 2 hold-out blasters), as he made his way to the Coruscanti Senators Reception.

Entering the room some small time later, the Hutt approached the Senator - offering a greeting and a slight bow in his native Huttese <Many greetings upon you Senator. It is an honour to be here, and I have, if you will allow it, bought a customary gift for you.>

"Nor'baal Desajilic Koragga!" Silas exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm. "It's always a grand pleasure to meet such a famous acquaintance." He bowed graciously at the Hutt as his bodyguard HK-Droids stood beside, dutifully keeping an eye on their master.

Silas wore a solid black suit with orange lapels and an orange tie. His HKs were solid orange with black detail and repeating blasters. He heard Krass address him. Good, one down...

"If you'll give me but a moment, Krass, while I finish up with our esteemed Ambassador for the Jewel of the Hutts." He gestured towards an alcove with a couple of cushioned chairs and side-tables with bureau lamps. "I'll meet you over there." He turned back to Nor'baal. "You needn't be so gracious, my friend. I'm but a humble representative of my homeworld." He said humbly, his tone still betraying his eagerness to see exactly what the gift was.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

In the many years that had passed since he had last encountered the man before him, it appeared that not only had Silas not forgotten his excellent manners, but he had also climbed the greasy pole a great distance, becoming a Senator - of Coruscant no less! Nor'baal was (although he would not show it) impressed with the mans impetus, and wondered what other pies he had his fingers in, for a criminal never truly left the crime scene behind, regardless of how high in the cultural side of life they ascended.

Regardless, there was a time for musing, and now was not such a time, thus did the Hutt wave forward the servant, who carried a moderately sized Bronzium Chest with them, which they opened, head bowed before the Senator as they brought it forwards. Nor'baals eyes lit up as the chest was opened, for it contained exactly what he had expected, several kilograms of Spice. <I present to you, the finest Spice from my home-world, the Glorious Jewel!> proclaimed the Hutt, as the Servant held out the box for the man to have taken.

Of course, the Hutt was aware that Spice was 'illegal' - although he didn't really understand the meaning of that word - but it did not concern him, for a gift was a gift, to be given to those one respected. The spice now offered, the Hutt Nor'baal awaited to see what the Senator would return to him in kind, what treasures did the Senator have for the Hutts?

 

[Dacacici]

Passing her reflection in the hull of the yacht, she wiped some smeared lipstick off the corner of her mouth and tried a smile.
Walking off the landing platform and down to the entrance, she could hear the murmur of chatter and the band through the glass doors. Outside stood groups of well-dressed men and women, laughing loudly, they held on to their cigarettes for it was 'unheard of' to smoke inside. She scoffed and blew a blond lock away from her eyes. The make-up made her eyes sore, one could see the irritation around her now apparent freckles.
She wore fine clothing alas, she couldn't get used to it. A corset beneath her black dress pushed against her ribs. Tall stockings and petite glossy shoes, she drew a striking similarity to a doll she had once had. Even the blond wig. Though her pale blue eyes made the difference, and of course the claws strapped to her thigh next to the gas containers, all hidden beneath her skirt.

She skimmed over the masses within the grand hall, soon eyeing Silas. Walking toward him she picked up a thin glass of a sparkly liquid from a passing waiter. The Hutt was a goliath compared to her, she stood herself next to Nor'baal out of his line of sight. catching eye contact with Silas, she gave him a nod. He was expecting her.

 

[Aren Krass]

"Nor'baal Desajilic Koragga!" Silas exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm. "It's always a grand pleasure to meet such a famous acquaintance." He bowed graciously at the Hutt as his bodyguard HK-Droids stood beside, dutifully keeping an eye on their master.

Silas wore a solid black suit with orange lapels and an orange tie. His HKs were solid orange with black detail and repeating blasters. He heard Krass address him. Good, one down...

"If you'll give me but a moment, Krass, while I finish up with our esteemed Ambassador for the Jewel of the Hutts." He gestured towards an alcove with a couple of cushioned chairs and side-tables with bureau lamps. "I'll meet you over there." He turned back to Nor'baal. "You needn't be so gracious, my friend. I'm but a humble representative of my homeworld." He said humbly, his tone still betraying his eagerness to see exactly what the gift was.

Krass pursed his lips in annoyance, but that was the only outward betrayal of his emotions. Nodding his head he walked away towards the alcove. He waved a young server boy over. The Davaronian walked over to him and greeted him,

"Yes Senator Krass?" The boy asked politely

"I'd like some appetizers and drinks brought over. Something vintage and Corellian for myself, something hard for my friend." he said, motioning to the chair Silas would occupy "Quickly." the boy nodded and scuttled away, returning a mere moment later with the food and drinks.

 

[Silas Amory]

Silas eyed the gift Nor'baal's servant placed in front of him, hesitating.

Spice...

Spice is sill highly illegal, which also means it would make a brand new Senator look very bad in the public eye to be accepting such contraband as a gift. However, he couldn't deny the present, as it would greatly bruise the fragile Hutt ego of the Ambassador. He went for the best possible alternative.

He strode up to the chest rather quickly, his droids noticeably shifting their stance at the heightened heart rate and blood pressure of Silas, sensing danger. He went up close to the chest and used his body to shield the contents from view as he whistled his droids to do the same. Nor'baal would hopefully understand why he reacted the way he did. While shielded, he ran his fingers through the pure spice, the crystalline, glistening sand falling between his fingers. He relished the sensation, indulged in its feel before he swiftly closed the chest without a bang or loud noise. He composed himself carefully before he spoke again.

"You are most generous, my old friend. Please, have your servants take this personal gift to my penthouse apartment here in Galactic City." He said as he went to shake the hand of the servant, palming him a datachip that had the address and the specifications for dropping it off (so as to maintain the highest level of discretion). As he met the servants eyes for a moment to confirm that he understood what he'd been handed, he glanced over the servant's shoulder to meet Nor'baal's alien, yellow eyes. He nodded so that the Ambassador understood as well. His address, which had just handed out, should be gift enough for the Hutt, considering the connections Silas had. Nor'baal would hopefully understand that fact and be appeased. Silas knew he'd ow the slug later.

Over the Hutt's shoulder... the woman he'd been waiting for. He nodded to her as well.

"I really must be going, shake hands and kiss babies and all. I look forward to speaking with you again, Ambassador Koragga. Stay in touch."

With that, Silas turned and began towards the alcove. He walked past a server and swept up a flute of champagne and a glass of moscato from Naboo, aged 20 years. He motioned for his HK bodyguards to stand to either side the little gap in the railings that surrounded the tiny alcove, which was nestled under one half of the grand staircase that was at one end of the Great Hall. The droids activated low-audibility white noise machines, just enough to make their conversation unable to be eavesdropped. He sat next to Krass, placing his glasses on the small side table between their cushioned, red velvet chairs. He had chosen this alcove specifically, as it was one of the number of places accessible that also happened to be unmonitored by any security cameras. Pulling out a cigar and clipping the end, Silas struck a match and puffed on the surprisingly sweet smoke as he let it obscure his visibility.

"Krass, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine..." He gestured at the almost doll-like woman with one hand as he set his cigar down in the ashtray on the table with the other, picking up his wine and sipping at it.

 

[Aren Krass]

Krass nodded to both of them as he picked up a small appetizer. It was a thing leg of a creature that could be no bigger than a human hand. The leg had been skinned and the thin white meat looked succulent. Krass ran the leg through his teeth, tearing the meat off, and setting the leg aside.

"And who would that be?" he said, cocking an eyebrow at Amory's 'friend'. Krass had noticed the anti-surveillance devices click into play, and knew this 'friend' would be a very important, or risky, individual. Perhaps both.

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

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Shaking his head with clear displeasure, Nor'baal was most unimpressed, not with the descreet manner in which the newly elected Senator had ordered the Hutt around like some common slave to drop off the Spice at his apartment, no - more the fact that the newly elected Senator had afforded him such disrespect as to not provide Nor'baal with a gift in return. Then to have the cheek to just dismiss him out of hand! He harrumphed loudly, his prestigious lungs affording him greater volume than most as he exclaimed in Huttese for all to hear <Gooddé da lodia! Echuta wermo, ne pasa makacheese du lorda!> (Good day to you! **** idiot, giving no gifts to his guest!).

The fact that the man thought that his 'address' which was public knowledge courtesy of the mans senatorial position was a gross insult. Anyone who wished to write an angry complaint to their local Senator would have access to the address. Who the hell does he think he is dealing with? cursed the Hutt, as he watched the man walk away from him, so easily dismissive in both his words and his actions. Nor'baal himself was most unimpressed, as he turned to Senator Krass, and rolled his eyes, before taking the tray of drinks from a passing servant.

<Retrieve the Spice, distribute it here - so that the Senator understands what the purpose of such a fine gift is!> he instructed the servant who, instead of carrying it the Senators home, bowed to his master, and opened the box, offering it to passers by. These Core Worlders have no idea as to how to host a proper party! he thought to himself, spying another member of his species entering the room as he thought it. Approaching the Hutt - who slithered toward him in kind - he offered a greeting, before the two of them started discussing in Huttese the numerous shortcomings of those lesser creatures from outside the Glorious Jewel of Hutta.

 

[Vosrik]

In the short few moments it took for Davian to spy the man of the night, it was far too late to begin a conversation. He watched with intrigue as the Hutt, who Davian recognized as Nor'baal, offered a gift to the Senator. His eyebrows raised in further interest as he caught a brief glimpse of said gift; spice. Hutts weren't usually known to be daft or stupid, but rather this move was very bold indeed. Giving an illegal product to the symbol of authority on Coruscant?

Davian wasn't surprised with Silas' almost immediate and discreet acceptance of the gift. Smiling to himself, Davian pondered how he could use this information? Oh, this could be excellent blackmail material, but he wasn't interested in stepping in that pool of filth just to sully Silas Amory. Davian didn't like getting on people's bad side; it went against his very nature. No, he had a much better idea of what to do. Obviously Silas said or did something to upset Nor'baal, as the great Hutt's booming voice rang out and caused the other conversations in the room to briefly fall silent. Eyeing Silas as he, Krass, and some other woman walk toward a dark alcove, Davian concluded that he would need to talk to the Senator later, perhaps another day if it came to that. For now, the CEO had another opportunity to take advantage of. This one would be far more...interesting.

Lifting a glass of Ardees from the tray of a passing server, Davian smoothly crossed the polished floor to where the two Hutts were chatting amiably. Standing at a respectful distance, he waited for Nor'baal to finish his conversation with the other Hutt before introducing himself. He took a sip of the drink and ran a hand through his dark, wavy hair. "Ahh, very good. I see he spared no expense indeed," Davian commented to himself as he wetted his lips.

(@Nor'baal, @Nor'baal Vesajilic)

 

[Silas Amory]

Silas watched as the Ambassador from Nal Hutta threw a temper tantrum. The address Silas gave out was one that was off the books, being one that wasn't even technically in his name. He waved over an aide, offering his lady-friend the chance to sit in the third lavish chair before introductions were made.

"Yes, Senator?" Inquired the young, youthful, and rather supple brunette aide, who could not have been more than 22.

"What is your name, love?" Silas asked, noticing her face immediately flush pink.

"Um... m-my name is Elara... Senator." She said, stammering and nervous. Silas loved making them squirm so much, but he needed her to be reliable.

"Okay, Elara." He leaned forward in the chair so he didn't need to raise his voice as much. "I want you to go speak to the Ambassador Koragga, over there, and tell him that if he would be so kind as to deliver his gift to the address he was given, he may pick any of the luxury airspeeders from the garage down below or at the address. In fact..." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a set of silver keys to the airspeeder coupe luxury model he drove to the gala, worth approximately 1.2 million credits alone. "Give him this set of keys. He can tell the valet 'I need a geiger counter' and the car will be fetched for him. It'll be his."

The aide reached out a cautious hand to accept the keys, which Silas gingerly allowed her to take. She tried her best to take a deep breath and confront the Hutt. You go, Elara. Once they were alone again, Silas motioned to the woman that had joined him and Krass in the secluded area.

"Aren, I'd like you to meet Lady Dacacici." He spoke, remembering the name she'd be using. "Lady Dacacici, this is Senator Aren Krass of Correllia."

 

[Aren Krass]

Krass watched, bored, as Silas handled damage control with the Hutt. When the man was finished he turned back to Krass and introduced his 'friend'.

Krass smiled and nodded his head. Silas still hadn't introduced the woman in context yet. Krass was wanting to know who she was, and what she did. He plucked another of the exotic leg hors-d'oeuvres and quickly devoured the meat before speaking,

"Lady Dacacici, a pleasure to meet you. What line of work do you find yourself in?"

 

[Dacacici]

She held eye contact with Krass as she showed him the courtesy of a low nod. She smiled but her eyes didn't, a drop down cold gaze. She had masked her presence, although Krass would know by now, that she was a stranger here. And that he would do well to recognize her dominance of the situation. She sat herself down on the presented chair.
"O' I'm afraid my profession is not as grandeur as a senator's.." She replied though in a calm tone and pulled a lock behind her ear.

"I'm an entrepreneur you could say."
She folded her leg over the other and slowly pulled at the fingers of her glove, taking them off. The steely fingers on her left hand was now visible and one could easily work out the workmanship was fresh.
She reached out for the glass placed on the table and downed it, looking over her shoulder once again after Silas. The whole scene with Nor'baal was to frown upon. How the Hutt are so blinded by pride, it is hysterical.
She drew her thumb beneath her eye trying to relive the irritation on the skin whilst not trying to smudge the complexion. Placing the glass back on the table, she turned to Krass once again.
"Silas, is like family to me. I've known him for as long as I can remember." She spoke and recognized her own lie.
"I'm here to hear him out, for he has asked me to be here today.. To some extent."

 

[Aren Krass]

She held eye contact with Krass as she showed him the courtesy of a low nod. She smiled but her eyes didn't, a drop down cold gaze. She had masked her presence, although Krass would know by now, that she was a stranger here. And that he would do well to recognize her dominance of the situation. She sat herself down on the presented chair.
"O' I'm afraid my profession is not as grandeur as a senator's.." She replied though in a calm tone and pulled a lock behind her ear.

"I'm an entrepreneur you could say."
She folded her leg over the other and slowly pulled at the fingers of her glove, taking them off. The steely fingers on her left hand was now visible and one could easily work out the workmanship was fresh.
She reached out for the glass placed on the table and downed it, looking over her shoulder once again after Silas. The whole scene with Nor'baal was to frown upon. How the Hutt are so blinded by pride, it is hysterical.
She drew her thumb beneath her eye trying to relive the irritation on the skin whilst not trying to smudge the complexion. Placing the glass back on the table, she turned to Krass once again.
"Silas, is like family to me. I've known him for as long as I can remember." She spoke and recognized her own lie.
"I'm here to hear him out, for he has asked me to be here today.. To some extent."

Krass nodded as the woman spoke. She acted in a manner that conveyed dominance, but Krass was not one to bow easily, especially not to a stranger. He pursed his lips into a thin smile as he tried to piece together who the woman was. He remembered a brief conversation that he had held with Silas once before, regarding the Sith, the Military, and a need for security at any cost, and it clicked. The woman's cold glaze, her dominance, and the clear deadliness about her. He couldn't be certain, but he was quite confident that Silas had actually brought him a Sith. He wouldn't voice as much, at least not yet.

He turned his head to Silas,

"So what is it that you wanted myself, and the Madam, here to discuss?"

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

Many would perceive the paying off of another sentient with a gift, such as a speeder, as unethical - but the Hutts saw it as a simple transaction, goods and services traded for such in kind. The speeder was ample reward for the Hutt, a suitable gift for his attendance, in accordance with Hutt customs, and he would send a servant down to collect it. Nor'baal could already conceive of various uses for the Speeder, and as such was content with what was given to him. Taking the keys from the young Elara, the Hutt handed them to a servant - who would proceed to take possession of the vehicle, and have it extensively checked for bugs and other nefarious devises.

The gift giving now completed the Hutt returned to the bar area to finish his discussion with his Hutt comrade, before a young Mr. Price approached him. Nodding with mild amusement, Nor'baal responded to the man <Clearly the Senates budget strings have been tightened somewhat in recent months!> exclaimed the Hutt in mock outrage.

 

[Vosrik]

Smiling and laughing radiantly at the Hutt's comment, Davian replied, "That may be so, but they still know how to throw a proper gala for great individuals like yourself!"

Taking a sweeping bow with no hint of mock or guile, Davian continued, "I never imagined that I would have the pleasure tonight of meeting the very Ambassador of Nal Hutta himself. It is an honour, I assure you." The CEO knew he needed to tread with caution. Being in good favour with Nor'baal would be highly profitable for both if he approached it the right way. Davian certainly didn't want to offend the Hutt like the Senator initially had.

"My name is Davian," he introduced with an air of confidence and pride, "Davian Price. I'm the CEO of a prominent fuel company by the name of PriceCorp. How is the upper echelon on Coruscant treating you? Fairly, I hope. Of course it's no Nal Hutta, but it's a city of...opportunites, shall we say."

Small talk came easily to the ambitious businessman, and it was usually an excellent method to become acquaintanced and gain goodwill. Taking another sip of the delicious beverage, he took a cursory look around the room but making sure the Hutt still held most of his attention. Davian was in search of another alcove like the one Silas had entered, just in case there was further business to discuss between him and Nor'baal.

(@Nor'baal Vesajilic)

 

[Nor'baal Desajilic]

Mr. Price was an odd looking man, but then again, in the eyes of the Hutts these humans almost all looked the same - in fact it was often somewhat of a challenge to see which of them was which of their many genders. Taking it upon himself to try (at least) to be the first of his species to ingratiate himself with the Humans, Nor'baal turned to face Mr. Price.

<Indeed lesser Sentient, your kind have little grasp of the finer things of life - given that they are so short for your people.> responded Nor'baal, wondering if he may have come across a little rude as he did so. Maybe he had, the Hutt didn't really care.

The fact that the man prided himself on being a businessperson was however, something the Hutt could relate with - for such devotees of the business world were hard to come by, it seemed almost everyone just sort of stumbled through life with little or no thought as to their future, their legacy, beyond who they killed next.

Perhaps this 'Mr. Price' might not turn out to be the usual mind numbingly dull humanoid after all. He called for more drinks, eager to see what the man had to say about his business.

 

[Silas Amory]

"What I've brought you both here to discuss is very sensitive..." Silas sipped at his wine again, pressing his lips tightly closed as he moved his tongue a little, savouring the wine's sweetness for a brief half second before letting out a satisfied breath. He picked up his cigar once more and took a long drag before letting the cloud of smoke billow slowly from his mouth and nostrils. He made eye contact with both Lady Dadacici and Senator Krass. "I believe that Lady Dadacici's superiors have certain plans, ones which you, Krass, have already anticipated if not in any specific way. I also believe, Krass, that you secretly hope these plans are carried out. This is because it would prove your foresight's worth to a large number of our peers."